lonely nights

In the hush of midnight, shadows stretch like whispers, the moon, a solitary witness, casting silver secrets on empty streets. A clock ticks, each second a heartbeat, echoing the silence that fills the room, where dreams linger, untouched. Outside, the world hums, but here, it’s a stillness, a soft ache of longing, for voices, for laughter, for warmth. I cradle the quiet, a fragile companion, finding solace in the stars, each one a distant friend, reminding me I am not alone, just waiting for dawn.